Suguru loves pissing you off, then calming you down. He doesn’t know what it is, but something about you being angry at him is so incredibly hot. Your furrowed brows, your hands on your hips, your lips twisted into an unamused frown—how is he supposed to no find you pretty in such a state?

So when Suguru left his dirty clothes around your shared bedroom to purposely make you mad, it’s no wonder why you marched into the living room with an obviously upset expression on your face.

However, the whole time you’re cursing at him and borderline yelling at him, he’s smirking. “Come here, baby,” Suguru says as he pats his thigh with his palm, signaling you to sit down on it. When you do seat yourself on his thigh, he wraps his big, muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. “Feeling better, princess? Hmm?” What a man.